Jacob was nervous, he suspected that was pretty normal. Then he wondered if Newt had been nervous the first time they’d done this and maybe he should’ve been a little more careful or gentle or -oh! He blinked down at the other man, lips pursing into a curious little pout as Newt withdrew his fingers from the faint redness on Jacob’s thigh.
“Did you just… pinch me?” He tilted his head and Newt glanced away, stammering and uncertain in a way he hadn’t been with Jacob in a long time now.
“Well, that is… yes.” Newt sighed and bit his lip but continued on regardless of any uncertainty. “You were getting a bit lost in there and I rather wanted you present- here- with me for this.” Jacob actually blushed at that, giving the other man a wry smile. He nodded, trying to look apologetic and then he shifted a little, pushing himself up on his elbows so he could look down at Newt. It was harder to get lost in his own head if he could watch his lover…? He flushed another three shades darker at the thought but it felt right and the small smile that lingered perpetually on his face broadened into something full of emotion.
Which seemed to settle Newt’s nerves and the redhead flashed that heart-stopping smile of his up at Jacob. “There, that’s better.” And with that he finally allowed one slick finger to slowly sink into Jacob’s body. He gasped sharply, teeth setting into his lower lip and he gradually slumped back against the bed. For a long moment there was just the soft sounds of their breathing, Newt’s gaze intense and evaluating as he watched for the small signs of stress to dissipate. “Much better.” Newt’s voice was soothing as he stroked his other hand over Jacob’s thigh.
It didn’t hurt, not really. Which he knew was largely due to Newt’s efforts to make him relax and the time spent teasing and opening him up little by little. Infinitely patient, as though Jacob were one of his beasts that needed to be coaxed into accepting his care.
He didn’t need that much coaxing, though, and although this was new and a little bit strange for him he wanted this. And perhaps his pride was a little bruised at just how careful Newt was being with him, slowly, oh so slowly dragging that one finger out of him, pressing back in at varied angles. “Get on with it.” He huffed softly, trying to shift up again to look down at the other man.
That little shift was apparently what Newt was looking for because his finger pressed in deeper - god he had such long, elegant fingers- and a white hot jolt of pleasure raced up Jacob’s spine. He squirmed a little, arching up in a way that was entirely unhelpful and he wasn’t sure what was more dizzying, the spike of sensation or the way Newt breathed his name like he was some rare, beautiful thing to be treasured.
Newt moved with him, keeping pressure on that spot that made his nerves dance and his eyes lose focus, reaching with his other hand for the vial that held the amber colored oil that smelled faintly of sandalwood. It was a nice vial with a crystal stopper, much like a lady’s perfume bottle and not at all like the fragile corked glass containers that held Newt’s potion ingredients. Distinction, he’d said. Pleasure versus business and all.
Only the redhead made a small disgruntled sound, fingers reaching first to the nightstand where he was certain he’d set it, then to the coverlet, just in case he hadn’t. Finally he apologetically withdrew his other hand and Jacob groaned in dismay. Of course, then Newt was laying himself over Jacob’s body, using the other man to anchor himself to the bed as he leaned over it, russet curls brushing the floor with how far over he was and Jacob had to clutch at his waist to make sure he didn’t topple head first off the bed.
“Is this really happening right now?” Jacob chuckled and he had to restrain himself from tickling Newt in retaliation for all of this. It had taken him days to get up the nerve to ask for this and now Newt had lost the damnable oil?
“R-really, I’m so sorry.” He murmured as he drew back up onto the bed, plastering himself to Jacob’s side, lips apologetic and soothing even though they both knew Jacob wasn’t actually mad about anything. Still he’d never deny the opportunity to just lay back and kiss Newt, marvelling at how responsive his lover was, taking the time learn his taste and every inch of his mouth.
The kiss was interrupted by a soft tinkling sound near the door, almost like breaking glass and they both turned their heads to look at the source of the sound.
“Menace!” Newt hissed, moving suddenly enough to nearly jostle Jacob straight off the bed. Oil pooled on the floor, the smell of sandalwood and spice strong and pleasant even as the niffler stared at Newt, crystal stopper in his greedy little hands. The bottle itself wasn’t shattered but it was certainly broken and the pool of oil was spreading around the niffler’s feet.
The creature wiggled out under the door half a moment before Newt threw it open. “Oh no you don’t!”
In the end the sex was forgotten in favor of Jacob quite literally rolling on the floor, roaring with laughter, at the sight of a naked Newt chasing the niffler through every small nook and cranny of the house, attempting to catch an already tricky beast that was now slick with oil.
Fill: Intruders 3/6
“Did you just… pinch me?” He tilted his head and Newt glanced away, stammering and uncertain in a way he hadn’t been with Jacob in a long time now.
“Well, that is… yes.” Newt sighed and bit his lip but continued on regardless of any uncertainty. “You were getting a bit lost in there and I rather wanted you present- here- with me for this.” Jacob actually blushed at that, giving the other man a wry smile. He nodded, trying to look apologetic and then he shifted a little, pushing himself up on his elbows so he could look down at Newt. It was harder to get lost in his own head if he could watch his lover…? He flushed another three shades darker at the thought but it felt right and the small smile that lingered perpetually on his face broadened into something full of emotion.
Which seemed to settle Newt’s nerves and the redhead flashed that heart-stopping smile of his up at Jacob. “There, that’s better.” And with that he finally allowed one slick finger to slowly sink into Jacob’s body. He gasped sharply, teeth setting into his lower lip and he gradually slumped back against the bed. For a long moment there was just the soft sounds of their breathing, Newt’s gaze intense and evaluating as he watched for the small signs of stress to dissipate. “Much better.” Newt’s voice was soothing as he stroked his other hand over Jacob’s thigh.
It didn’t hurt, not really. Which he knew was largely due to Newt’s efforts to make him relax and the time spent teasing and opening him up little by little. Infinitely patient, as though Jacob were one of his beasts that needed to be coaxed into accepting his care.
He didn’t need that much coaxing, though, and although this was new and a little bit strange for him he wanted this. And perhaps his pride was a little bruised at just how careful Newt was being with him, slowly, oh so slowly dragging that one finger out of him, pressing back in at varied angles. “Get on with it.” He huffed softly, trying to shift up again to look down at the other man.
That little shift was apparently what Newt was looking for because his finger pressed in deeper - god he had such long, elegant fingers- and a white hot jolt of pleasure raced up Jacob’s spine. He squirmed a little, arching up in a way that was entirely unhelpful and he wasn’t sure what was more dizzying, the spike of sensation or the way Newt breathed his name like he was some rare, beautiful thing to be treasured.
Newt moved with him, keeping pressure on that spot that made his nerves dance and his eyes lose focus, reaching with his other hand for the vial that held the amber colored oil that smelled faintly of sandalwood. It was a nice vial with a crystal stopper, much like a lady’s perfume bottle and not at all like the fragile corked glass containers that held Newt’s potion ingredients. Distinction, he’d said. Pleasure versus business and all.
Only the redhead made a small disgruntled sound, fingers reaching first to the nightstand where he was certain he’d set it, then to the coverlet, just in case he hadn’t. Finally he apologetically withdrew his other hand and Jacob groaned in dismay. Of course, then Newt was laying himself over Jacob’s body, using the other man to anchor himself to the bed as he leaned over it, russet curls brushing the floor with how far over he was and Jacob had to clutch at his waist to make sure he didn’t topple head first off the bed.
“Is this really happening right now?” Jacob chuckled and he had to restrain himself from tickling Newt in retaliation for all of this. It had taken him days to get up the nerve to ask for this and now Newt had lost the damnable oil?
“R-really, I’m so sorry.” He murmured as he drew back up onto the bed, plastering himself to Jacob’s side, lips apologetic and soothing even though they both knew Jacob wasn’t actually mad about anything. Still he’d never deny the opportunity to just lay back and kiss Newt, marvelling at how responsive his lover was, taking the time learn his taste and every inch of his mouth.
The kiss was interrupted by a soft tinkling sound near the door, almost like breaking glass and they both turned their heads to look at the source of the sound.
“Menace!” Newt hissed, moving suddenly enough to nearly jostle Jacob straight off the bed. Oil pooled on the floor, the smell of sandalwood and spice strong and pleasant even as the niffler stared at Newt, crystal stopper in his greedy little hands. The bottle itself wasn’t shattered but it was certainly broken and the pool of oil was spreading around the niffler’s feet.
The creature wiggled out under the door half a moment before Newt threw it open. “Oh no you don’t!”
In the end the sex was forgotten in favor of Jacob quite literally rolling on the floor, roaring with laughter, at the sight of a naked Newt chasing the niffler through every small nook and cranny of the house, attempting to catch an already tricky beast that was now slick with oil.